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“Po’s Jungle” by Prosperus, Poet-in-Residence

a dark evergreen tint coats over Po’s mind’s eye
‘n’ slowly brings him closer to the light on the otherside
his slight rhymes of nature, awake him with breath
knowing he’s composed ‘n’ he knows what he’s got left
one step becomes two, as three becomes thousands
and as his lungs are filled with poetry, he feels the realness around him
canopies of bamboo leaves bend over his presence
resting above his head as their stems be extendin’
the branches bend endlessly, with the tendency to dip
as obscure rays of the sun, through the ceiling drip
Po stops ‘n’ sits still, under a giant banyan tree
takes out his pen ‘n’ touches its bark lightly
silently its skin seeps into the soul of his pen
bringing a new color ‘n’ life, til it’s filled up to the end
and then Po digs in, deep into the page of his rhymebook
allowing all the plants ‘n’ vines stare over his shoulder ‘n’ look
as he struck with each word, the forest began to grow
palm trees ‘n’ pines sprouting out of his flow
mint green would glow neon as roots would reach deep
but then all of a sudden they wrapped around his feet
as he continued to scribble, the grass grew taller
the tree trunks began to surround him, Po began to wonder
what if he stopped? would all this suffice?
but he couldn’t possibly stop, he loved to write
the ink in his pen steadily decreased with each verse
as the jungle he sits in, increased with each word
a curse most would think, but for Po, a blessin’
to be the heart of the forest, to pump it ‘n’ press it
sentence after sentence, his presence consumed
by nature’s lesson, Poetry is his womb
cocooned ‘n’ swallowed, Po fights to write his last line
with his pen near the end, bleeding it dry
as the last drop splashed, on top of his page
a funny sensation poured all over his face
it tasted like honey, but was soft as silk
and then he awoke, feeling fulfilled
just sitting still here, with that dark evergreen coat
‘n’ his rhymebook filled up, with the poetry he just wrote.

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“Poetry ‘n’ Earth” by Prosperus, Poet-in-Residence

my bare feet press into the wood as my fingertips caress the cracks
along this fluorescent riverbank, my essence interacts
swirling pools of mischievous beauty spin quietly under the sky
fat green passing trees all laugh with me as i reply
liquid glass bubbles the surface ‘n’ shifts its concepts around
roots press ‘n’ devour stone as loyalty to nature is found
mountains are crowned with rich streaks of mint, lime butter melted
compelled by the standing whiskers that rise ‘n’ gradually swell
the earth tells me to love her strong as this river twists me along
this life, this journey, this rhyme is worthy of being spoken into song

where i belong is here indeed, where the sun tickles the leaves
where i can achieve karmic peace ‘n’ satisfy my needs
flashes of banana yellow, impact the size of my pupils
catching my eye to see passed sight ‘n’ let wisdom rule
abstract grays ‘n’ fleshy blues only slightly rest under the clouds
a defiance unmatched in steady stance, carving with their mouths
proud to seek the common creases which fold along the valleys
humps bleach me with trunks of trees as silhouettes surround me
patches of a mystery, rumble my inner jungle
bundles of grass fields come to free me of all troubles
amongst the peaks i rest my thoughts ‘n’ remedy my static feelings
embrace the path that leads you passed all your limits ‘n’ your ceiling
bends interject fresh new flows which let me rest with the mist
stretching my lyrics ‘n’ sentences from my heart, to my lips
a passionate kiss from the supple winds,

tenderize my soul as my purpose coasts along the surface of the welcoming hills which roll
bold in brush strokes, fine in epic detail
here i make my mark with art ‘n’ carve what must prevail
to treat each word as a curious seed ‘n’ allow earth to heal
teaches the poet to be honest in speech ‘n’ to believe in what’s real
may the wheels of destiny churn me true ‘n’ send me in the direction
where the lessons of poetry ‘n’ earth merge into the answers to my questions…

now i am present…

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“Trees of Life” by Prosperus, Poet-in-Residence

a distinct scent trances, rushes up my nose
i inhale slowly, the faint petals of a rose
enclosed in the air, that slight drift of fresh beginnings
well aware to be careful, ‘n’ treasure this life we’re living
so while sitting in this garden awaiting the buds of springtime
i’m inclined to remind myself that we’re alive ‘n’ full of rhyme
tryin’ to keep in mind that there’s a love sproutin’ true
i’ll prove to all of you that i’m growing with my muse
she’s now used to me, the beauty, our trunks rise to the sky
twisting, entangling blissfully, stretchin’ our branches out high
and as the twilight hums tunes ‘n’ plucks the stars as notes
we unload our souls, with our deep roots we devote
boasting natural growth, we coast with the season’s shifting leaves
our hearts wide-open, embracing other green trees ‘n’ breeze
‘n’ bleeding a sap, that’s rich with pure poetry
flowingly pouring out, most likely all of me
honestly, the flowers, the soft grass ‘n’ rich soil
plus the animals are being handled, to earth we must be loyal
morally spoken, we owe her our lives
she has tried to warn us, but we just push her aside
we must stop standing divided, ‘n’ remind us of our race
and realize that we’re blind, ‘n’ just blighting up this place
DING…time to change, a new decade is among us
can’t we just love, sing ‘n’ dance together ‘n’ try to have some fun among us?
but when it comes down to us, ‘n’ by us, i mean trees
we can help feed the needy by spreading love for free
‘n’ let our leaves bloom wide, pollen of enchantment
hitchin’ the winds for a ride, we touchdown with the elements
so it’s blatantly evident, we WILL our souls to give
understanding we must try at least cuz this is the only life we’ll live
and til we wither back to her, we shall nurture with our nature
our nature to love, this way, maybe we can save her
so on this paper now, are my words carved in ink
seeping way down, letting my deep roots sink
just think of us as giving trees, ‘n’ believe in our growth
to this world we must give all the love that we owe
so just so you know, you’re not alone in this forest
you’ve got warrior poets, passionate lovers ‘n’ revolutionary artists
who are starting to embark on their journey to rise
finding the truth, what keeps us alive
springtime has arrived, ‘n’ the sun is set to shine
remember, we’re the trees of life, the seeds of the divine…
Prosperus is a hip-hop, spoken word artist and for this summer, ExSE’s Poet-in-Residence. 

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